If love was meant to be a secret
Their hearts would be its keeper
Deeply bound within veins
Never to be set free
Its pulse grows with everyday that passes
Aching to escape the body, to be shown to the world
Swelling starts to occur and its pulse is now a roaring boast of thud’s ringing in their ears
In the mind, she realizes that waiting for him is a waste of time
And yet she still proceeds to do so
The questions ponders in her mind
as she tucks away the silver line of hair behind her spongy ears
She wipes away the solid tear of pain from underneath her experienced eyes
As he strolls down Loveless Street with a blonde petite girl in his arms
He is beyond his years for her
Yet she is perfect, for she is young
Still Monica waits
Broken yet stern to wait